A/N: Thanks for reading everyone. And yes, I still don't own the characters. This chapter is a bit short.

Chapter 9

Draco felt the balance of the bed shift as the red hair that had draped over him the night before moved off of the bed and he stirred awake. "Where's the bathroom?" The redhead's voice said urgently from beside the bed.

He groaned at the noise and kept his eyes shut, "The second door to the right." He heard footsteps run to the bathroom and open the door quickly. He opened his eyes, blinking to get used to the light that now came from the bathroom. He slid from the bed, crossing through his room to get to the bathroom to make sure Ginny was alright.

"Ginny?" He heard the very un-delightful sound of her getting sick; thankfully she at least made it to the loo on time. He leaned against the doorway, watching her lean over the toilet, "That's disgusting."

He watched her pick her head up from the toilet and lean her head against the wall, "That's pregnancy," she replied back, sounding tired. He nodded, still disturbed and went back into his room.

She came out a few minutes later and Draco looked up at her from his bed. She looked so much older than 16, he thought to himself, it wasn't like her face had wrinkles suddenly, but the youthful innocence of 16 that everyone was supposed to enjoy was replaced with a jaded look in her eyes. A slight pang of guilt went through Draco's stomach—after all, he was the one who forgot to use the protection spell.

"Err, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've had morning sickness for the past 10 weeks now. It's almost over with." Draco watched her walk over to the door that connected the rooms, having little idea as to what 'morning sickness' actually was, "See you tomorrow," she said quietly, leaving the room.

Draco froze with the realization that their wedding was tomorrow. He got out of the bed again, this time going over to his closet to get dressed. Then he would owl Goyle, Crabbe, and Zabini for some last minute, drunken bachelor's fun.

XX

"And do you, Ginerva Weasley, agree to obey and respect your husband, in all actions, thoughts, and words?" Ginny briefly looked up at Voldemort's smirking face, who was reading the wedding rights. Her gaze was then directed past Draco's head at a Death Eater who had a firm grip on her brother Charlie while his wand was pointed threatening at Charlie's shaking head.

"I do," Ginny said, trying to keep her voice steady and strong so as not to give anyone the benefit of seeing her cry. She ignored Charlie's downfallen face from behind Draco; her fate was sealed once she got pregnant. He'd understand one day that she was doing this to protect him and the rest of her family—even if it meant having to swear by ridiculous vows of obedience that had no mention of love.

"You may kiss the…bride," Voldemort said, slightly disgusted, as if he would have used another word to describe Ginny other than 'bride'. She briefly wondered if Voldemort had ever kissed anyone before Draco's lips met hers. She kept the kiss brief, looking over Draco's shoulder once more as she pulled away to watch the Death Eater apparate Charlie away again, her hopes fell. It would have been nice to talk to Charlie again, or just anyone from her old life. Just for some form of comfort.

"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy," Voldemort claimed loudly, a slight sneer on his face. Ginny felt her stomach turn and she faked a smile to the large audience of Death Eaters as Draco's arm moved around her waist and pulled her into him possessively. The Malfoys had gotten what they wanted.

XX

Draco couldn't wait for the reception to end. Yes, his mother knew how to throw grand events with all of the right decorations and food, but she had told the house elves not to give him any firewhiskey, which automatically decreased the amount of fun he could possibly have.

As the party was finally winding down several hours later, he got up from the table and offered Ginny his hand, "Are you ready?" He watched her hesitate before taking hold of it and he helped her up. They walked silently to his room and he opened the door for her, letting her walk inside first then followed her in, closing the door.

"Your dress looks nice," he commented, trying to break the silence. It was the truth after all; the bodice hugged her growing chest just right and made her waist look small. He took off his dress robes and set them down on a chair.

"Oh, thanks…" she said awkwardly, taking off her jewelry, trying to delay.

Draco watched her, not sure how this was supposed to work. Usually when he had sex with a girl, they were completely willing and eager. Most of the time, he didn't have to do any work, just enjoy it. It was a certain benefit of being the Slytherin Sex God.

He walked over behind her and started to unzip her dress, kissing her neck. He felt her tense up under his touch and he let her dress drop to the floor. She turned around and faced him in her bra and knickers, her face expressionless. He had to admit, the dress looked better on the floor. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, helping him take it off. He took her hand and led her over to the bed, taking off his pants before climbing in after her.

He hovered over her, starting to kiss her, but only getting back weak responses. He let out a sigh and pulled away to look down at her, "You know we have to do this."

"So just do it and stop trying to seduce me. I thought men hated foreplay anyways."

Draco rolled his eyes, of course she was being difficult, yet another thing he wasn't used to. "I'm trying to be romantic. I'm trying to make this special for you." But he unhooked her bra and slid down her knickers, tossing them aside. He moved off of her to take off his silk boxers and hovered back over her.

The entire time, Ginny kept her eyes closed; and honestly, Draco wasn't quite into their consummation either, he was getting bored. He usually had girls moaning, twisting, and screaming from bliss from underneath him for several minutes, but he finished quickly and rolled off of her. But it was now official and they were legally married, until death did one of them part.

Ginny was still lying down and Draco laid down next to her, pulling her closer into him. He thought briefly about the night that had gotten them into this, and he couldn't remember if he had stayed after for a bit, or left quickly. He looked down at her hair that was spread over him and the pillows. He had never noticed how red her hair was compared to her brother's orange-red hair. He ran a few fingers through her silky hair, finding himself slightly hoping that their children's hair would be as vibrant as hers.